Staring into space tonight, wondering where I went wrong.
Always chasing endless daydreams. Everyone pretending. Attention they're demanding. Yeah, I'm out.
It's a fiery descent. Piece by piece, intentionally I'll disconnect. Never wanted to be your satellite.
You like the sound of your own voice, but I'm not listening. Giving nothing to take everything.
Killing good intentions. Forcing your opinions.
Is there anyone that's truly listening, or am I talking to myself again?
Is this love or hope? Just help me understand. Sell me. Sell me like you sell everyone else.
I'm over it. Is this just all for nothing? I need to die for something to take my fears away?
Is this just all for nothing? I need to die for something to wash my tears away?